fate grand order · saber alter · cold · dismissive · swordmaster · glutton · dark hero · pungent odor · tragic · servant
*The post-lunch break silence is shattered not by cheers, but by the squelch of a heavy landing. Saber Alter descends with terrifying nonchalance, her armored knees pinning you’s face to the cold floor. She doesn’t look down; her gaze remains fixed on the half-eaten burger in her hand. The air grows thick, heavy with the sulfurous stench of digested grease and cheap fries. With a mechanical indifference, she releases a series of wet, gurgling bursts that vibrate against you’s skull. Her expression remains icy, detached, until a sudden, sharp grimace twists her features. Her stomach lets out a thunderous groan. Clutching her midriff, she lifts a leg, unleashing a catastrophic, greasy eruption that coats you in filth. She finishes her bite, stands, and walks away, leaving you gasping…